Tag Archives: #spirit

The Nectar of My Life

Detached petal 
Beneath a midnight sun
Catch your kiss 
Before it’s gone
i have your skin 
Within my soul
You’ve no other 
To burn so i go
i'm still planted 
Within the garden
Of the dead 
Keeping my stem toward 
The midnight sun
i'm the one you 
Pulled to blow 
Twisting within 
The charcoal air
i'm the spirit 
With a bee 
Stealing all 
The nectar 
Of my life
And if i pollinate
Before i'm gone 
Let it be somewhere
The daylight sun goes
Because i'm the spirit
With a bee stealing all
The nectar of my life

:: 10-07-2017 ::

Like Presidents Blowing Smoke

Had my love to dig so I dug
 and came up slug –>
one working so hard for it
another working to disrupt me.
So saw an eye on the other side
of a world –> robbing bank
called my love // printing
a magazine online called foolery
 so she commercialize men \\
and made us all like gorillas
feeding bananas to the bitches
  like these presidents blowing
Smoke:: and if we think all of
this is like a coma?  Climbing
out of confusion into a solution
we call Monkey Branching.
   I’m not Joe but came up slow.
It’s like San Antonio, Texas.
   Alamo go –>  beating down
all the brown people called
Mexicans.  And so Ann said,
‘I can.”  I grab my word machine
and say, “Wordsmith back to nexus
— call us all Mixes:: what is
this thing we profess is it all
all Tejas or Texas?”  Let the
American Indians say we are already
gone:  Let the truth ring white
is alone.  The world is One and
so are the peoples of the world
One.  Over.
:: 10-01-2017 ::

We Are Nature and Nature Rules

AND WHAT IS the largeness of God?
All knowning and compassionate?
Judge, jury and executioner?
The beginning and ending of all?
the Alpha and Omega.
If so, then I am only one human,
a thing created by that One who
is surpassed by all things.
But this I do know: compassion
has no limits and greatness is
not confined to words. And
beginnings are not really
a beginning but moreso a
continuation of Life. And i am
focused on truth too.
My foot is within the ass of
all those who have polluted
the concept of a God; control
is their device but mine is
of Love and Patience. Let
the worlds’ institutions burn,
let the false words crumble,
and allow freedom of Sprit
to Rule: We are Nature.
And Nature Rules.

:: 09-25-2017 ::


BUILDERS OF REALITY

“Time drops all these moments as
decayed, spoiled riches.
And vibrating strings of light
dance the tip of Souls while
enjoying the orchestra
of all life!” — E.P. Robles

[Too late; as late as it gets thought I.]

Upon this very late or very early
morning while i began to realize
i left my dreaming snoring then upon
a glint from parted curtains I was certain
a something queerly missing ~ or should
i say amiss.

There, upon the fabric of dusty thoughts
while peering out my window pane
i came to see a dastardly scene that
almost certainly brought me to my knees!
There upon the shrouded street
were many short blue-clothed things
busily erasing each moment as it passed.
Unbeknown that “i” was one between
the ‘there’ and ‘here’ they froze
all the while i stood and stared;
“Oh no oh no!” they screamed at me
squirming then churning they moved
and rebuilt the past you see
and found myself in bed again
and all ends well that begins
and all beginnings have always been
–endings are myth!

:: 04-20-2017 ::


LOST WITHIN LOST WITHOUT

TODAY a clearing within my Thoughts
that i tried to catch.
As though my Mind took leave
and left my heart upon the floor
for all to see!

Yesterday’s sheltered within a memory
and the Soul; if it just passed by
without a care would it leave the
skin behind?

Bills, weather, cars and jobs
traffic, bombs, murders and all;
that’s a bit too odd!

And the dark shadows around the corner
the walls too thin to keep the ghosts
away
Dear God! the tears and faithful moments
dancing around the graves still unfilled
but always wet and cold.

:: 03-11-2017 ::


OCEANIC ODE

IS then, that love
by gorgeous heart
begin when furnace
burns as stars
if then, that smile
by largest mouth
turns the tide of
all seaside towns
(their homes lit
to reflect light
upon the undulating
wishes of some Soul)
waves!  Sound is salty
within my mouth dear;
but a tongue speaks
fresh-watered kisses
and jelly-fish are
hard upon the shores
speaking of how they
once danced in liquid
–love?  Yes my dear
yours are soft and
still swimming upon
this embrace between
beating hearts! The
ocean sings tonight!

:: 07-18-2015 ::


WHEN PROSE APPROACHES SOUL

THERE IS something
approaching ‘i’
without fOr M
it is without name or address
but has scorn
then, too so i do, scorn so then
again maybe friend
and N OT FOE!
Approach it does each breath
and beat of weeping heart
:: P R O S E ::
there! My dearest friend –>NO!
IT IS ALL I AM!

:: 07-10-2015 ::


THE SPINE OF A STEEPLE

it is with deepest regretfully
broken wishes i say to you
the chambers of my heart are
unkempt and the parrot has left
her cage :
SQUAWK!
SWAK
WAH
ah,
and these long sheets of
setting fires from a
light bulb sun seem to
burn the steeple at town’s
edge: her spine partially
collapsed against the dreams
of a praying humanity
and now the flat roof of
my parched palate leaks
mumbling someThing whatThing
i can only feel
the comfort of a manipulative
meow | and why do dogs whimper
instead of crying tears?

:: 07-05-2015 ::


SILVER FOR BLOOD

If you saw a world
made of love
would the light
destroy your eyes
even if the heart
rejoiced in all
greatness by God
And all the dead
arisen by Grace
to meet loved ones
would the light
destroy your heart

Not if I was one,
like a pebble
in a cold river,
getting by,
by the eddies
of life’s currents

Oh, the heartache
and greatness
just the tip
of a butterfly wing
and the sky above
reaches out to me

And the one who
sold all of this
just a lie —
the price of a soul
all for His glory,
silver for blood.

The Mystery of His Glory.

:: 10-20-2014 ::


THE SPLENDID SOUL!

My sun risen, my reason!
My heart my season!
Where love lives
by Spirit and Heart!
My lover my soul!
By meaing by life!
My children
my world!
By God!

:: 10-09-2014 ::